she bites the peach,
the juices run
all down her chin
and in the sun
she glistens there
the sticky shine
adorns her mouth,
the tongue that twines
between the lips
to catch the drips
before they fall
onto her lap
to glimmer there
like amber sap.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
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